Quotes About Individuality

What do I fear? Myself? There's none else by. Richard loves Richard; that is, I and I.

Vexed I am Of late with passions of some difference, Conceptions only proper to myself, Which gives some soil, perhaps, to my behaviors.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

I will not choose what many men desire, Because I will not jump with common spirits And rank me with the barbarous multitudes

O be some other name.

Good; and what of him? ALEXANDER They say he is a very man per se, And stands alone. CRESSIDA So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.

Que ella que con su muerte le dice a nuestro César: Me conquisté yo misma.

These signs have mark'd me extraordinary; And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

Whose speechless song, being many, seeming one, Sings this to thee: 'thou single wilt prove none.

Dress is important. It's part of being human. It might as well be a thing of beauty, something you take real pleasure in doing. And maybe in the process, give other people pleasure. Though that's secondary.

Morrissey was singularly small, a man in his mid-thirties who had once been compared to a ferret. He had a thin trap of a mouth and greased black hair that he perpetually attended, directing it back from his forehead with a clogged comb. He was dressed now, as invariably he was, in flannel trousers and the jacket of a blue striped suit over a blue pullover, and a shirt that was buttoned to the neck but did not have a tie in its collar.

You are what you are, I am what I am. It's just as simple as that.

It is an optical fact that no two persons ever saw the same rainbow, and it is equally true that no two men ever saw the same appearance in any object.

Kerry had "unusual" eyes, and she was "strange," and her mother didn't understand her, either.

women are a little different than men.

I was born to be a spinster, and, by God, I'm going to spin.

An accomplished pastor once explained to Eugene how he was trying to "reproduce himself in the younger generation." Eugene's response: "Isn't one of you enough? Why don't you nurture what is uniquely them?

Look at nature, work independently, and solve your own problems.

If a man wants to be an artist, he should never look at pictures.

It is hopeless for older people to tell younger ones – particularly their own children – that they have been through the same thing. Such information is no use at all! It bounces off one's own grief – or jealousy or distress. If we are all born the same we are also all born unique – we all go through torments nobody else has ever had.

Names are important. They have to be neither too ordinary nor too queer, just a name, like a face, that'll go along with the crowd.

She added, "I've only followed the devices and desires of my own heart." Verity patted her hand. "That's what we love you for.

can't let other people's misery spoil our lives. We can't, for else there'd be no happiness for anyone ever again. We can't be all tied up one with another like that, or why did God make us separate? While we've got our happiness we must enjoy it, for who knows how long it will last?

She was a dark young woman, a little above average in height, dressed in a close-fitting blue riding habit, a pale blue bodice, and a small tricorn hat. Connoisseurs would have disagreed as to whether she was beautiful, but few men would have passed her without a second glance.